Luna's orb in silence creeps, ...across night's cloudless sky, Past the starry sentinels, ...Orion's muted cry, Solemn silence cloaks the land, ...nature in repose, Summer breeze in noiseless hush, ...upon the earth bestows, Eternal benediction, ...on man and beast as one, Immortal absolution, ...as final day is done.
Mike, this is wonderful in both syntax and feeling... you truly have a gift of words. I've seen you use this same type of structure before, with every other line starting with "...". I'm not familiar with many classic poetry structure; does this fall into some certain catagory? Just curious. Doesn't really matter when it comes down to it. It's lovely. Thought you might know something I could learn, that's all. Excellent work, my friend.
Rex Allen McCoy
Sippin a Timmy's in London
Thank you all kindly for the comments. Doreen, I know very little if anything about poetic structure. Wouldn't know iambic from prehistoric. I write solely from feel and my ... justs feels right to me. *smile* Martie, probably shouldn't say this, or I might get committed, but when I was young, I would sneak outside in the middle of the night and lay on my back and stare at the stars for hours. Yes, I enjoy the night.
Oh, Mike- With my fascination for the night skies, this one took my breath away. I do the same as you, for hours looking to see 'beyond'. I'm never disappointed with the view. This will become one of my favorites for sure. ~*Marge*~
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Mike, in these few brief and beautiful lines you have so tenderly encompassed what most of us spend our lifetimes trying to describe, and I am in complete awe of the reverence this poem evokes. I've never read finer work.
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